This is a song about "Prune brothers"

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

When they're just like each other, they're even maybe brothers,

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

This one's for the lovers

You and i were basically brothers

I have four brothers that look up to me

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years